Spring Fashion Week: Wednesday

(better late than never....)

(no, my fly is not down. It's just frayed)

(This was my "dirty hippy" look.

Everyone has a dirty hippy day every once in a while.

Don't you judge me!)

I am wearing:

Jeans: Hollister (They're super worn in and comfy AND

Yes, I personalized them myself.

They're from high school people, don't make fun!)

Pink button-up- Polo-thrifted

Sandals- Old navy

Head band- made by me

Today was a super emotionally draining day-but a wonderful day. I got a call around 8:00am and drove my friend to the hospital to get a little look-see at her baby. She was crying, I was crying, it was one of those days! I was not wearing the outfit pictured above, but a ratty old shirt and gross jeans with food on them-I'm real hot folks (I'm surprised I remembered a bra!). Conrad was in his jam jam's (without socks or shoes). We looked like a couple of hill billy's and I got more than I bargained for in the waiting room from the expectant mothers and their judgmental stares. In my head I was saying "You just wait ladies, You just wait!!! You too will jet out of the house with your kid half dressed!"

Thankfully....{because God is so good and whatnot} I had my faithful prayer warriors praying for "the bean" and after a 3 hour wait and a teary glimpse into my bff's womb, the doc said all is well! This is my friends second pregnancy, the first baby is hanging out with Jesus getting snuggled. Since the first baby got a straight shot right to heaven, it seems my perspective on pregnancy has changed. I began an incredible journey of praying for this baby when I found out she was pregnant again. Praying like I've never done before, wanting this baby so badly for my friend, so every week of my friends pregnancy, has been nothing short of miraculous. I never prayed for my own baby like I pray for hers, it's crazy. My heart is mush, I am in awe of God's mercy and grace, and I'm being reminded that nothing exists outside of his sovereignty.

I was realizing today how much I love this {14 week} old baby. He is so dear to me already, and I was reminded today by one of my prayer warriors, that Jesus loves this baby so much more and the plans he has for this baby would make my head explode if I could even imagine for even one second what God is going to do with this child.

that being said....

I look super tired in this picture because I am.

I was an emotional basket case today

and I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else in the world but there with my friend,

watching her baby's sweet, delicate, precious spine moving and legs kicking!

What a sweet memory I have.

Anyway, I got home, looked at myself in the mirror

and realized I was meeting with a client later and needed to

not look like I just stepped off of the Jerry Springer show.

(you know when you have greasy bangs and you didn't put on a head band

or bobby pins to get those suckers down and they just pop up everywhere

and stick up all weird?

That's what I was working with today. It was not cute.)

(Just now as I'm doing this post, Dustin comes into the office

to tell me he's going to the gym.

He likes to roll his socks up and put them on his ears and it cracks me up.

I begged him for one picture of it, just one! He obliged:

SUCKER! As he walks out of the office he's all

"That better not end up on the blog!"

Pi-shaw.

Don't act like you don't think I won't post it....Shoot.)